It’s October 11th, and Cosmic
Cabaret: Where Hearts Collide in the
Greatest Show in Space has
officially released. Get your copy at all major online eBook retailers for just
$2.99. The price will be going up in the near future.

Cover to cover Cosmic
Cabaret is delicious sci-fi romance.

Thirteen authors. Thirteen novellas. Sure, you can download and
read all thirteen first chapters (see links below). But what if you just want a
little somethin’ somethin’? Here you go. A sample of what to expect in Cosmic
Cabaret.

“I’m here for you, whatever you
need.” “Stay with me,” she whispered. He leaned down and brought her fingers to
his lips, brushing them with a gentle kiss. “Nothing would please me more.”

Star-Studded
Love by Rosalie Redd

“Well you see, it’s a funny story involving twins, a capybara, and
a whole heap of buttercream.”

A
Dance of Fallen Stars by
Kat Vancil

“Feckin’ man! Why did someone so
exasperatin’ have to be built like a god? Standin’ there in his underpants. All
his glory on display except for his private bits, which weren’t exactly hidden
by that layer of cloth.”

Educated by the Master by Cailin
Briste

“The bad boy she had known had grown
into a predator that oozed sex.”

Vordol's Vow by Dena Garson

“Here’s to the sunrise.” He smiled,
lifting his glass in a toast. Her eyes flared wide, the clear clink of the pure
crystal reverberating through the silence. “Sunrise? Why are we toasting to
that?” He watched hungrily as she sipped on the pleasant dessert wine. He
tossed back the drink in one gulp. “Because that’s the next time I plan on
letting you out of my sight.”

Midnight at Andromeda's by Tessa
McFionn

If you need a little more, download
One Small Step First Chapters. But really who needs more?

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That’s 13 sci-fi romance novellas, 1340 pages of love, soft and gentle to
wildly abandoned.

Join thirteen USA Today, Amazon
best-selling, and award-winning speculative fiction romance authors as they
twist their own tales on the decks and in the dance halls of LS Quantum. Embark
on a journey to fall in love at the Cosmic Cabaret.

As the LS Quantum prepares to set off into the great expanse of the
universe–loading cargo, checking in passengers, monitoring flight
conditions—Traverse with us through our various worlds. The luxury space liner
promises adventure, a little chaos, and stories of tender love.

The hunters become the hunted when the past returns to haunt Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller with deadly vengeance.

In the wake of the harrowing missions in India and Pakistan, Connor struggles to come to terms with causing the accidental death of a child, while Shawn tries to put Julian’s betrayal behind him.

Adding to the emotional fallout, new trials arise - the appearance of a young man from Connor’s past turned stalker may have fatal consequences for him, while Shawn must confront his former heroin addiction and break free of the hold it still has on him.

The challenges continue when a Shadow Unit undercover op in Bangladesh to shut down the pipeline of terrorists being smuggled into the UK draws Shawn and Connor into a web of lies and deceit from a man hell bent on exacting revenge on the two soldiers - demanding a life for a life.

Will Connor and Shawn survive? Or will the jungle become their final resting place?

Don't miss Connor and Shawn's previous missions in BROKEN SOLDIER and ROGUE SOLDIER, plus the holiday short story SNOWBOUND SOLDIERS! Available now!

EXCERPT:

Shawn had been correct in his one assumption—the break in the tree line was not natural. The jungle had indeed been artificially cut back. But what he couldn't see in the semi-darkness from his perch in the tree was the eight-foot tall chain link fence that stretched for as far as Shawn and Connor could see. The area they had been dropped in, the booby-trapped expanse they'd been traversing, was no open piece of jungle. This was a private killing ground.

The escape route looked easy. Too easy. Just climb up and over the fence to freedom. Shawn and Connor approached the fence cautiously, both of them too well trained to take anything at face value, and Shawn felt the fine hairs on his arm stand up, sensing the hidden danger—an electric current running through the fence. Connor must have sensed it, too, as he shot Shawn a look.

"Knife," he said.

Shawn withdrew it from his pocket and flicked it open. He and Connor took a few steps back and Shawn tossed the knife at the fence. As soon as it made contact sparks flew from the metal, confirming their suspicions.

Shawn retrieved his knife and they immediately searched for another way over the fence. But their enemy had been clever—he had cut the trees back far enough from the fence so no one could climb out on one of the branches and jump off, clearing the top of the fence.

"We don’t have a choice now. We have to make it back to the compound," Connor said.

"We'll stay close to the outside of the tree line so we don’t run across any other booby traps in the jungle," Shawn replied. "Then–"

The rest of his words abruptly cut off at the sound of gunshots ringing out, shattering the quiet. Shawn and Connor dropped into a crouch, Shawn's heart rate accelerating as adrenaline flooded through his body. They were out of time. The hunt had begun.

Without discussion, he and Connor moved as one back into the jungle, away from the direction the shots had come from, but still toward the compound. Plan A was now off the table. They couldn't be caught in the open running along the tree line. They would be picked off like ducks in a shooting gallery. The deadly jungle offered their only concealment.

Shawn knew they were moving too fast, but at this point they had to. Another volley of shots rang out and Shawn chanced picking up the pace. He instantly knew it was the wrong decision as he felt his left foot come down on the hidden pressure plate.

His combat-honed reflexes kicked in as the double row of bamboo spikes sprang up from their ground cover camouflage, heading straight for his chest. He violently twisted his body to the side, trying desperately to get out of the path of the deadly projectiles, just as Connor grabbed his arm and jerked him away.

Their combined effort saved Shawn's life, but they weren't fast enough to move him completely out of harm's way, and two of the spikes tore into and across Shawn's right side. Off balance, they both tumbled and hit the ground hard. Shawn gnashed his teeth together to keep from crying out at the intense pain and giving away their location.

Shawn clamped his hand to his injured side, feeling the warm blood coat his fingers as Connor rolled him onto his back, his partner also grimacing from the hard landing that must have further aggravated his cracked rib.

"Oh, fuck, that hurts," Shawn ground out as Connor probed cautiously with his fingers. "How bad is it?"

Connor quickly removed his long sleeved outer shirt and tore it into strips. "They gouged pretty deep. But it doesn't look like they penetrated far enough to do internal damage."

Shawn bit down on his lip as Connor swiftly and efficiently bandaged his wounds with the strips from his shirt. "Well, I did say I'd take the next injury. You're welcome," he cracked, trying to grin through the pain.

Connor grinned back, tying off the last of the bandages. "That was big of you, mate, but what say we call it even now?"

"I'd say that sounds like a great idea," Shawn groaned, then held his bloody hand out to Connor. "Now help me up."

Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She’s a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.

Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she’d much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er… cats.

If she’s not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.

Fiction and reality become intertwined when a young movie actor playing the role of a detective finds himself in a real-life drama that threatens to bring a sudden end to his career.

Evan Ericson is young and beautiful, a former fashion model and a gifted actor. When he is offered the role of a detective in a new film noir indie movie, he jumps at the chance, certain that this is his opportunity to leave behind the notoriety of appearing in porn movies and his dependence on drugs.

Mark Henderson is an out-of-work actor searching for his big break. When, by sheer chance, he lands a part in a new indie movie, he can’t believe his luck. Nor can he believe it when he meets Evan Ericson. Sparks fly at their first encounter. When rehearsing their roles, Mark’s world is rocked by Evan’s kiss and a new Hollywood romance is born.

But things thought long buried in the past have a nasty habit of rearing their ugly heads, and being stalked and threatened by a manic drug dealer is not something either Evan or Mark envisaged in their future together. Will Hollywood magic be enough to keep them safe or will Evan’s bad-boy reputation tear them apart?

Love's Bounty (MFM)

When Mitch and Dean Logan discover rival bounty hunters are after the same bounty they’re hunting, they expect trouble. But instead, they find their sister, Aileen, and Brigitte, the woman they’ve wanted for years. Now that they have the chance to be with Brigitte, they intend to discover if there’s more than attraction between them.
Brigitte wants to explore the heat between her and the two men, but they also have to catch the bounties the men are after and the woman she and Aileen are hunting. Working with the two men proves trying. She isn’t going to let a little trouble dissuade her, but she does have some doubts.
Mitch and Dean aren’t giving Brigitte up. As they search for the criminals, they try to build trust and their relationship. She belongs with them—she’s their woman, and they’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

Kos and Rite stepped into the ship. Mitch followed them. He watched their every move. They kept their hands at their sides. Dean took them to the rec room. He pointed to the table and the two chairs around it. They had extra seating, but didn’t think they’d need it. This meeting shouldn’t take long.

“Now, tell us how you knew our location and what you’re after. Don’t expect us to believe you’re here to help. You work for another company. They wouldn’t approve.” Dean leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.

“We are here to help. The company we work for has nothing to do with it. We’re hunting a bounty for them. That’s all they care about. We found someone to hunt here because Grant asked us to be here to back you up.” Kos stopped near the table but didn’t take a seat.

Mitch couldn’t be happier that his mask hid his face. His mouth hung open. How the hell did they know his father’s name?

“‘Grant’ is supposed to mean something to us?” Dean’s voice sounded calm and void of any recognition of the name.

“You know your father’s name. You are also aware he’s the man who co-owns the company you work for.” Rite shook his head. “Don’t be such a suspicious ass. We may have enjoyed giving you a little trouble in the past, but this is something else entirely. We found you because he’s worried about you. Nothing more.”

“And why would you care if he’s worried?” Mitch voiced the question that kept popping into his head. His father had never spoken of Kos and Rite. How did they know him?

“Because he’s one of the few men I respect. Give me a moment. When you see who we are, it will explain everything.” Kos reached up to the fastenings that secured his mask.

That didn’t look like it could be ripped off. If he thought it necessary to secure it against being taken off by others, Kos would key the fastenings to his DNA or biorhythms. Mitch used a similar method on his mask.

From what Kos said, they knew these people by sight. Who could it be? Mitch couldn’t think of one person who had the build and short stature to be either of those two.

The person didn’t take off the mask like he expected them to. Kos grabbed the mask and pulled out and then up. A full head mask came with it. He hadn’t realized. With the mask on, it looked like the person had blond hair, but as it came off, the disguise became apparent. He frowned. The mask hid more than he’d thought. The stocking-like bottom finally cleared the head. A braid fell out first. The long black hair stymied him, but it could be why the person wore a hood. Some people would use long hair as a means of control on them.

“Brigitte!” Mitch took a step forward. He hadn’t expected to see her. Hell, he hadn’t known she’d started bounty hunting.

She had the training. Everyone in both of their families trained for the business, but she’d walked away from the Astral Hunters years ago. He looked at the person standing beside Brigitte. Since Brigitte stood there, the person beside her had to be Aileen. Most of the time, those two jumped into trouble together.

“Now, you know why your father thought we’d be interested in watching your back.” Brigitte put her mask down on the table.

“Is that Aileen?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Aileen removed her mask. “I knew if Dad worried, he had a reason.”

Mitch shrugged. He didn’t know what worried his father. They’d handled multiple captures before, but his father’s doubt in their abilities didn’t hold his attention at the moment. Brigitte had all of it with her mere presence.

“Yeah, seems he doesn’t think you two are working so well together lately. Plus, there are a couple of your marks he’s afraid are going to team up together. He wants you to have someone watching your back.” Brigitte caught Aileen’s mask as it sailed through the air.

He hesitated. He’d said a lot of hurtful things to her. Well, both he and Dean had. They’d been stunned and off-balance. They shouldn’t have believed her brother, Carter’s, accusation. He wished they could avoid the more awkward part, but they did need to apologize for giving her such a bad time.

“You said you had a bounty to hunt and you wouldn’t be stealing from us. Who are you after?” Mitch asked. Nothing like avoiding the issue, but he didn’t want to see the smile wiped away from Brigitte’s curved lips.

“Our mark isn’t your style. You go for the violent criminals. We knew the white-collar criminal we’re after wouldn’t be on your list. Part of why we picked her.” Brigitte shrugged.

“And the other part?” Dean asked.

“The fucking huge bounty.” Aileen grinned. “If we can get her, we’ll have a nice chunk to play with even after the company gets its piece.”

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Rebecca Airies writes paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi/futuristic romance. She loves reading, writing, crafting, a good cup of tea, chocolate and snuggly kitties. She's been writing stories since she was in her teens, at first trying to get over that elusive hump and finish a story. You can usually find her working on multiple WIP at a time and she likes nothing more than losing herself in those worlds and characters.